I'd like to think it's possible to grow without pain, but I'd agree... if you want to actually have even a rudimentary understanding of what it really means to be human, hell, to be sentient, you have to have and know a lot of pain. A lot of suffering.
It is totally possible, but some methods have a higher success rate at inducing productive self-reflection. Like, personal example, I was a MASSIVE piece of shit, but the pain of confronting that during a trip that ended in ego death where a frat bro stoner guided me out of it using kill bill (its complicated) was the first step to becoming a communist for me. It was traumatizing af, but I wouldn't trade it because the growth was valuable and good.
I am a huge proponent of using psychedelics and breakthrough experiences as steps on a path towards radical leftism. It played a role in my own journey fwiw. I am happy to hear that you had such an experience, which it sounds was pretty profound. Kill BIll wouldn't be my first choice, but the kinds of things that work for or speak to or are just otherwise important to people are endless. I think it's nothing short of amazing that that is the event you name that led to to communism. Personally, I think a telling of that story is worth a post of its own.
Edit: also condolences on the trauma you experienced. That's not a price a comrade should have to pay for growth, but I realize a lot of times it really is what is payed.
that is kind of you, basically I was just curled up crying and he knew I was taking a film class. He chose that because he knew I liked movies and wanted me to lose myself in fiction rather than the past. Dude saved me from being stabbed once, so he has my eternal loyalty regardless of logic lol
I have to admit, I'm a little lost on where where this person comes in (well, film class apparently) but I'm glad you found him. Having a close companion, compatriot, comrade... if you don't have a real community, and who does in atomized hellworld, having one of them is the next best thing. Sounds like you two are beyond, as they say, "tight." That's awesome. TBH, I really wish I had a friend like that.
ah, im drunk. to explain, basically my frat bros saved me. I know I'll get hate, not all fraternities are bad. no hazing lots of love. Even had a volcel rule for pledges. community is love and life. what part was confusing? idk I can make an effort post when Im sober if tyou want. imma sign off for now tho. work tonight. It was good talking with you though.
If good frats exist, I will defer to you. I was never in one, and know them only by reputation. I'm skeptical, but... yeah, if yours was good, awesome. It wasn't confusing I guess (I'm drunk too) so much as it seemed out of the blue but that's probably because I missed some contect. As for the effort post, make it if YOU want. I think it would make an interesting one and I'd hope it would garner some good discussion, but what do I know? Likewise good talking with you. Goodnight, comrade.
thank you, I know it is odd. But those men turned my proto fash boy ass into a comrade man. much love, hope you have a good night as well my socialist any-ther
that is all very wise. honestly though, I have never grown as a person without pain.
I'd like to think it's possible to grow without pain, but I'd agree... if you want to actually have even a rudimentary understanding of what it really means to be human, hell, to be sentient, you have to have and know a lot of pain. A lot of suffering.
It is totally possible, but some methods have a higher success rate at inducing productive self-reflection. Like, personal example, I was a MASSIVE piece of shit, but the pain of confronting that during a trip that ended in ego death where a frat bro stoner guided me out of it using kill bill (its complicated) was the first step to becoming a communist for me. It was traumatizing af, but I wouldn't trade it because the growth was valuable and good.
I am a huge proponent of using psychedelics and breakthrough experiences as steps on a path towards radical leftism. It played a role in my own journey fwiw. I am happy to hear that you had such an experience, which it sounds was pretty profound. Kill BIll wouldn't be my first choice, but the kinds of things that work for or speak to or are just otherwise important to people are endless. I think it's nothing short of amazing that that is the event you name that led to to communism. Personally, I think a telling of that story is worth a post of its own.
Edit: also condolences on the trauma you experienced. That's not a price a comrade should have to pay for growth, but I realize a lot of times it really is what is payed.
that is kind of you, basically I was just curled up crying and he knew I was taking a film class. He chose that because he knew I liked movies and wanted me to lose myself in fiction rather than the past. Dude saved me from being stabbed once, so he has my eternal loyalty regardless of logic lol
I have to admit, I'm a little lost on where where this person comes in (well, film class apparently) but I'm glad you found him. Having a close companion, compatriot, comrade... if you don't have a real community, and who does in atomized hellworld, having one of them is the next best thing. Sounds like you two are beyond, as they say, "tight." That's awesome. TBH, I really wish I had a friend like that.
ah, im drunk. to explain, basically my frat bros saved me. I know I'll get hate, not all fraternities are bad. no hazing lots of love. Even had a volcel rule for pledges. community is love and life. what part was confusing? idk I can make an effort post when Im sober if tyou want. imma sign off for now tho. work tonight. It was good talking with you though.
If good frats exist, I will defer to you. I was never in one, and know them only by reputation. I'm skeptical, but... yeah, if yours was good, awesome. It wasn't confusing I guess (I'm drunk too) so much as it seemed out of the blue but that's probably because I missed some contect. As for the effort post, make it if YOU want. I think it would make an interesting one and I'd hope it would garner some good discussion, but what do I know? Likewise good talking with you. Goodnight, comrade.
thank you, I know it is odd. But those men turned my proto fash boy ass into a comrade man. much love, hope you have a good night as well my socialist any-ther